for Gandhi

unmarked graves along the shore
bleed
blood in the river
carries
the silence of
all the men who dare not
speak
fog walks early mornings
deep within the dreams
of the lost children riding
within the songs of whales
a poet casts his words
onto the first breaks of
sunlight
as silence shatters upon
the calls of his rage
blood paints
upon the fall
of more than just words
water carries sound as truth
tears upon the eyes of men
seeds

- jude